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Rorik

As Saffron turned the heat down in his bedroom, I sat on the edge of the bed nervously. I remembered Aurum’s advice earlier about the rooms being soundproofed, and that gave me a tinge of relief, but I was still caught up in jitters.

“What’s up?” Saffron asked, jabbing the thermostat lower for my comfort. “You look really thoughtful for someone who’s about to get laid.”

I snorted. “Excuse me for being slightly nervous.”

His brows flew up. “You’re nervous?” He punched the button one last time, then sat next to me. “Why?”

“This is my first time, remember?” I mumbled, feeling embarrassed.

Saffron flashed a reassuring smile. “It’s not our first time being intimate , though. We’ll take it as slow or fast as you want,” he said, smoothing his hand over my back. The contact was soothing. “And we can stop at any time. It’s up to you.”

I met his gaze and felt instantly uplifted by his sunny attitude. It was hard to stay anxious when my mate beamed at me brighter than a winter morning.

Saffron’s hand continued rubbing my back. As my anxiety receded, I shuddered pleasantly. His touch always felt so good.

I need to stop overthinking and just do it, I told myself.

As if hearing my inner dialogue, Saffron leaned in to kiss me. He captured my lips softly, letting the sensitive touch linger until my skin tingled and my cheeks burned. Then he pulled away with a mischievous grin.

“How’s that?” he asked.

I grunted, nodding affirmatively. I didn’t want to talk anymore. I was bad at words. But I could use my body to show Saffron exactly how I felt.

I fell against the bed, pulling Saffron down with me. The cool blanket was crisp against my back, like leaping into a fresh snowbank, and Saffron’s body on top of mine was warm. The stark temperature difference made me shiver.

Saffron straddled my hips. His long legs captured my wide waist, and his hands clutched the blanket on either side of my head. His eyes glinted with desire as he grinned down at me. My stomach fluttered at the want in his gaze. It felt good to be looked at like that.

He grazed his lips against mine again, slower and hungrier. I lay there, heart racing, as Saffron tested my mouth like a predator teasing its prey. Or a dragon preening its hoarded prize. Either way, I was pinned beneath an alpha dragon’s grasp—and I liked it.

The warm tickle between my thighs rapidly built into a steady kindling heat. Soon my body felt warm despite the icy temperature. The stark difference felt strangely exciting. I arched my back, seeking more of the cold blanket’s surface area while Saffron’s hot mouth pressed against me.

The second I moaned in contentment, Saffron slipped his tongue past my lips. The wet, vivid sensation sent electric sparks down my body. I felt charged and taut, eager for more. As Saffron’s tongue teased me, challenging a rebuttal, I met him halfway. My tongue twisted against his in a velvety embrace. The small sound of pleasure coming from the back of his throat made my cock throb.

I reached up to curl my arms around his shoulders. He was still clothed, but I felt the strong cords of his muscles moving beneath the fabric. I ran my hands down his back, aware of his veiled, simmering power. I remembered how his inner dragon burst free to protect me. I felt wholly safe.

My nerves settled. I wasn’t anxious anymore. Love and desire had taken over, leaving me confident and horny as fuck.

“More,” I growled into Saffron’s mouth.

He chuckled into the kiss, finishing it off with a final peck before he rose up. “Now you’re talking.”

Saffron deftly undid his shirt, throwing it aside. I stared at his naked torso, noticing a set of abs. I ran my hands over them, then kept going lower to the waistband of his jeans. My fingers undid the button and zipper, peeling away the denim layer to reveal a thick bulge inside his boxer briefs. I swallowed at the sight of it.

“I can’t be the only one stripping,” Saffron teased, pinching my jumpsuit. “Let’s get this off you.”

We discarded our clothes in a frantic race to get naked. The cold air felt tingly against my newly exposed skin. Saffron sat by my legs, seemingly entranced by me. His gaze roamed across my body, then his hands followed; his warm palms caressed my chest, belly and thighs. I shuddered in pleasure each time his strong fingers smoothed over my dense body hair. He made me feel so desirable.

“Mm, I love how soft you are,” Saffron murmured. He leaned down, pressing his cheek to my big belly. His eyes fluttered shut in contentment.

One of his hands snaked between my thighs and looped around the base of my cock. I sucked back a gasp. Saffron moved slowly, as if in a trance. Up and down, inch by inch, building a rhythm that sent my heart galloping. My breath shortened, coming out in quick rasps.

Saffron smiled as he nuzzled my gut. My belly hair brushed against his soft cheeks. I blushed. Did he really like it that much?

My thought process turned to mush as Saffron worked my cock. I gritted my teeth, trying not to moan loudly every single time he pumped me. Eventually, it became too much to handle. I gave up stifling my sounds and let them loose into the cold air.

“There you go,” Saffron encouraged. “Let me hear you, my mate.”

My heart squeezed with affection.

I felt myself opening up for Saffron—not just emotionally, but physically, too. As the scent of his musky alpha hormones flooded my nose, my body reacted. My entrance felt slick with arousal, and it pulsed with the need to be filled.

“Saffron,” I rasped. “Can you…?”

Without moving from his spot on my belly, he lifted his face to meet my gaze. “Hm? Can I what?”

I sighed and overcame my embarrassment. “Can you please fuck me?”

“I was wondering when you’d finally ask,” he said, flashing a mischievous grin. Then he released my cock, snaking down to my wet hole instead. I sucked in a breath as he teased the tight ring of muscle with his fingertip.

I felt dizzy with pleasure. The sensation was so different, but it felt good. I relaxed my muscles, trying to keep away the tension as my body reacted to the intrusion. I breathed slowly and stayed calm.

“Good, Rorik,” Saffron purred.

He inched his finger deeper, slow and gentle. I was so slick that Saffron barely met any friction, and my body quickly got used to the feeling. Sensing this, Saffron pushed deeper until he was up to his knuckle. He grinned and curled his fingertip, making me gasp. A bolt of pleasure erupted along my nerves.

“F-fuck,” I murmured.

Saffron beamed, continuing to finger-fuck me like it was nothing. “Oh, you’re so cute when you feel good,” he cooed.

I clenched my jaw and arched against the bed, exhaling a hiss through my teeth. My pulse skyrocketed. My skin felt hypersensitive.

Saffron sneaked his free hand to my now-throbbing cock. He teased it lazily while his finger plunged in and out of me. Once I was used to it, he slipped in a second one with ease. He parted his index and middle finger inside me, stretching out my channel.

Sweat dripped down my temple. My body burned up. The frigid air conditioning was no match for Saffron’s hot-as-fuck foreplay.

“I can’t take it anymore,” I complained. My voice was husky from lust. “Please, Saffron…”

His draconic eyes flashed. In a swift motion, he withdrew his fingers and readjusted his position. I could see his erection from where I lay. My heart thudded faster when I imagined it thrusting into me.

Saffron aligned himself with my dripping hole. I felt wanton with desire. All I cared about was getting my ass filled. It didn’t even matter that I’d thrown away all my pride as a polar bear warrior. I had a different kind of pride now—the dignity and pleasure of being an alpha dragon’s bear.

“You’re ready for me,” Saffron stated, grinning down at my willing and eager body. “You want me so bad.”

I groaned. “Yeah, I fucking do. Are you going to keep teasing me about it?”

He chuckled. “Nope. Here I come.”

His cock breached my entrance. I groaned as pleasure seeped out through my lower half, making my skin tighten and tingle. My fingers clutched the cool blanket beneath me.

“Fuck, you’re so hot inside,” Saffron hissed. He grabbed my thick thighs, bracing himself against them as he thrusted slowly deeper. I resisted the urge to clench down or tense my muscles; instead I focused on breathing and trusted Saffron to take the lead. I trusted his judgment.

Saffron took it slow at first. Digging his fingers into my fat thighs, he bucked his hips, filling my depths with his cock. Groans of pleasure spilled from my lips. My body felt limp, but with my scraps of energy, I pushed myself deeper onto Saffron’s erection. I felt desperate for it.

He let out a breathy laugh. “You greedy bear.”

“Fuck off,” I grumbled.

He laughed again. “Nah, I don’t think I will. The only one getting fucked here is you.” He rocked his hips, shooting a bolt of pleasure down my spine. “Right?”

Starry pinpricks sparkled in my vision. The world seemed to sway in the best way possible.

“Uh huh,” I mumbled, happily dazed.

Saffron bucked his hips deeper. His cock slammed into me, making my mouth wrench open in a silent gasp. My pulse surged, skipping beats. Every push of velvety friction sent my head spinning. I felt myself careening towards an eruption.

As Saffron fucked me, his hands slipped from my thighs to my belly. He growled possessively as he ran his palms over my fat, caressing my curves and thumbing the hairy trail beneath my navel.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Saffron growled, his dragon’s voice coming through. “And you’re all mine.”

My heart skipped like a pebble tossed across ice. Hearing those words from a dragon felt better than I could’ve ever imagined.

As Saffron’s rhythm sped up, his forehead beaded with sweat. The motion of his hips became erratic, frantic with peaking desire. The air filled with our rapid panting, the scent of our combined arousal, and the light thud of the bed which rocked with every thrust. I felt like I was losing my mind—and if it felt this good, then I didn’t want it back.

Saffron groaned. “Rorik…”

He sounded as close to the edge as I felt. I wanted him to finish inside. I wanted that pregnancy he promised.

With my legs free, I seized the opportunity to wrap my strong calves around his lower back and pull him closer. His muscles were taut and powerful, flexing with each quickened thrust. I reached down to grab my twitching cock.

Saffron slammed into me, then snarled. His dragon fangs flashed in the dim light as he cried out in pleasure. When I felt him pulse and unload deep inside me, I followed suit. With a final shudder, I came, tossing my head back with a gravelly moan.

The ensuing moments were quiet except for the sound of our rapid, soft panting. Saffron waited until the aftershocks were gone, then pulled out and collapsed gently on top of my rising and falling belly. He sighed, clearly content as he used my gut as a pillow.

“You’re so fucking soft, it’s unbelievable,” he murmured.

The corner of my lip quirked. “You’re pretty comfortable yourself.”

Saffron grinned, patting my belly. “Do you think this’ll get even bigger when you’re pregnant?”

I blushed. I still couldn’t believe he was so obsessed with my fat tummy, but I wasn’t complaining.

“It sounds like you’d like that,” I remarked.

“What gave it away?”

After a few cozy moments of cuddling in that position, Saffron yawned and dragged himself up to the pillows. He pulled the blanket on top of our naked, sweaty bodies. Then he looped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into a warm embrace. The air conditioner kept spewing cold air, but my mate’s heat radiated like a furnace. I closed my eyes, resting my forehead on his collarbone.

“G’night, Rorik,” Saffron murmured sleepily. “I love you.”

My heart swelled.

“I love you, too,” I replied.

I felt comfortable, safe, and adored.

I was finally home.